2011-08-07

Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentary as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night;
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and Earth,
And ere a man hath power to say “Behold!”
The jaws of darkness do devour it up.
So quick bright things come to confusion.
MNEMONIC:
O, i t w a s i c,
W, d, o s d l s t i,
M i m a a s,
S a a s, s a a d,
B a t l i t c n
T, i a s, u b h a E,
A e a m h p t s “B!”
T j o d d d i u.
S q b t c t c.